The reason why the West attaches great importance to it is because he and the Society of Sages have been constantly promoting it in society and the country, so everyone has a sense of urgency and is constantly preparing for this aspect. On the other hand, in the Eastern Dynasty, the emperor has been busy with the affairs of the Red Phoenix and the Dragon Vein in recent decades, so how could he care about such a distant future.
If everyone in Kunlun Jade Court holds this idea, then any effort I put into communicating with them would probably be in vain. Loran Hill shook his head secretly, feeling a little disappointed.
Should we just beat them into submission? In the words of the members of Qiumu Bronze Dragon Valley, some idiots just won't listen to people, and using fists is the easiest and fastest way to convince people.
But it felt a bit violent, which didn't quite fit in with some of Loran Hill's own principles. She still hoped to try her best to give the other party some chances and avoid unnecessary war.
After understanding the situation of Kunlun Yuting clearly, Loran Hill asked Yu Caifeng to write a letter, which was then delivered by Lieying to the many visitors to Kunlun Yuting.
The letter detailed the cause and threat of the future disaster, expressing Roland Hill's hope that the other side would put aside their differences and quickly reach an agreement, thereby initiating social reform in the East, rapidly entering the Industrial Age, and preparing for the Space Age. The words were earnest and the attitude was gentle, but given the other side's current temper, most in the hall were skeptical that Kunlun Yuting would agree, but they also didn't see anything wrong with Roland Hill's move.
Using courtesy before force is also in line with the traditional Eastern style.
The greater good must never be lost, and it is even more important to use an upright and kingly army to crush all kinds of despicable and evil people. Only in this way can we be justified and our country be stable.
Afterwards, Yu Caifeng sealed the letter and handed it to Lieying, and then sent him away.
The sun gradually set in the west. Loran Hill turned his back to the sunset glow and watched the people in Kunlun Jade Court gradually disappear in the distance of the sky. After a while, he slowly turned around.
"Now, we have done what we should do. From now on, it depends on their own choices. I hope there are some people in Kunlun Yuting who can understand right and wrong."
"Your Highness is merciful." Everyone bowed, then stood up and followed the girl off the deck of the dragon boat, flying towards the prosperous Luojing below.
A week later, a solemn and grand ceremony to pray to heaven was held in Luojing. At that time, the streets were deserted and the roads leading to the Temple of Heaven were filled with expectant and eager eyes.
Golden phoenix banners fluttered in the breeze. On the main road, teams of waiters held high flagpoles with banners hanging on them, as vast as the waves, stretching endlessly along the long street.
New or former priestesses, dressed in gorgeous clothes, walked slowly forward in a long, neat line. There were thousands of them, and each one was no less than the fifth rank. Yellow paper fluttered between their long sleeves, and talismans written in cinnabar were waved in the air, then slowly burned, emitting bursts of strange fragrance.
It has probably been fifty years since the dynasty last held such a grand prayer ceremony. This was also the only chance for ordinary people to see Chi Feng. But now Chi Feng is no longer there, and another girl is kneeling in the hazy carriage.
The carriage stopped in front of the Temple of Heaven. Under the expectant gaze of the crowd, four priestesses gently pulled up the gauze curtain, revealing the girl in gorgeous attire, now the new generation of phoenix, 'Jia Lan Phoenix'.
Because he was going to pray to the heaven formally, the official title of Loran Hill also had to be determined. The final name was 'Phoenix of Jialan'. The reason for not using the Phoenix of Xiangyu was because the attributes of the Xiangyu sect were too strong and not suitable for universal use. In addition, considering the first generation of phoenixes, Caihua, the Seven Brilliant True Flame Lord, and the second generation of five phoenixes, some words such as 'Huang', 'Chi', 'Huo' and so on had to be avoided. In the end, Loran Hill chose the pseudonym he once used, Jialan.
The color of the reed is somewhat plain, not as gorgeous and conspicuous as the Five Phoenixes of the past. The quality of the orchid is somewhat quiet and gentle, which is also in line with Loran Hill's personality and preferences. In the end, it returns to the starting point. No one could have guessed that the pseudonym that was casually chosen at the time would now be used in such a solemn occasion, and would even be firmly recorded in history.
After getting off the carriage, Loran Hill looked at the empty high platform with white jade railings in the distance, feeling the increasingly strong dragon vein aura in it. He had many emotions in his heart, some of which were unexpected, some were novel, and some were hesitant.
When she came to the East, she had always wanted to meet the famous Wu Feng and watch this grand and magnificent ceremony of praying to heaven, but she did not expect that after all these years, she did not see Wu Feng, but instead she walked up to this high platform.
Surrounded by witches, Loran Hill walked step by step towards the high platform with a square outer edge and a round inner edge under the gaze of everyone. Now, there was a huge bronze tripod in each of the eight corners of the platform, with incense burning brightly. On each level surrounding the platform stood witches who had been prepared for a long time. Some of them came from the southwestern continents, some from all over the Central Plains, some from the four lineages of Xuanwu, some from the inheritance of Chifeng, and some from other flying fairy factions.
Now these priestesses and priests are arranged in eight scattered grand arrays. In addition to the central platform, there are eight smaller platforms. On each platform stands a priestess or priest. Each of them has a strength of more than level eight, and has a veil on their face and wears different gorgeous clothes, representing the "sun", "moon", "stars", "wind", "rain", "thunder" and "lightning", representing the eight directions and eight parts.
According to ancient etiquette, some of the eight shamans held wooden swords, some gently shook bells, some held scarves and banners, some embraced silver mirrors, and some held golden cymbals... The treasures in each of their hands were all special dragon tools that could help the contemporary "Phoenix" to share the pressure. After all, this central place was not like any other. Once triggered, it would shake the dragon veins of the world, and the mountains and rivers would change color. The rise and fall of a country all depended on this.
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